Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Abby for high qualityStart your day with AbbyAbby is your freedomNobody does it like AbbyIt's miracle in the rain, it's AbbyBe funny with AbbyAbby for every dayAbby is rolling, the others are stonedAbby enjoy itFamed for AbbySoft and silky as AbbyAbby is the only way to be happyAbby shot from gunsAbby for every walk in lifeEverything for AbbyAbby the real obsessionThe art of AbbyAbby is easyAbby is a female forceAbby can doAbby is be lovelier to loveAbby you can trustAbby you like itAbby is blendedAbby - the natural wayAbby for a long careerAbby makes you betterAbby is the door to successAbby is a legendAbby & moreThe Spirit of Abby

The room at the hostel housed six people and was incredibly small with only one bathroom, making the whole living experience unpleasant

We walked almost everywhere, taking the Metro only occasionally, so I spent 6-8 hours a day on foot and consequently I'm now limping

I felt a bit isolated for part of the trip, but I went to join a different group of friends and then it all got so much better

And though we were supposed to return home at around 1 am on Tuesday morning, our 8 o' clock flight was cancelled so we had to spend another night. At first I panicked - I'd really been looking forward to going home - but then Easyjet provided us with a rather luxurious, four-star hotel which was a stark contrast to the ghastly living conditions in the hostel, so that whole experience turned out to be rather wonderful in the end. I unabashedly declare that the hotel stay turned out to be the highlight of the visit.

Sorry Sara - there was no chocolate turron! It must be a Christmas thing...

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Most of my blog posts come to mind when my brain lets go a little and just starts to conjure up random ideas. A phrase might pop out at me, such as the title of the post, and then I'll just write. I hate routine andwant my blog to reflect my eclectic life, so after I the title has come about I try to let the words flow.

So, normally I shun the 'I did this, then this, before doing this' etc. type of posts as my life tends to spill out of traditional blog formats, but I feel that this week in particular could provide some interest...

Monday - Shuffle into school awaiting five hours of Drama for my final exam. Get on with the work surprisingly well, considering how scary the whole prospect of the final exam is, and return home proud of my group and our progress.

Tuesday - Pretty much do the norm in lessons, except Biology and Chemistry in which revision notes are attempted. Become frustrated at the messiness of my handwriting and hail the mighty computer.

Wednesday - Buckle down to another full day of the Drama exam. With the fellow group members, manage to finish devising our piece. Perform it to the teachers in the afternoon and receive a surprisingly warm reception. Stay at school until 4.40 pm finishing my portfolio, before trudging home to make revision notes about railways in Britain 1815-51.

Thursday - Act as an American gossip columnist persuading the magazine editor, my teacher, to run a story about Ashley Cole having further affairs, possibly with a man this time. Receive full marks and rejoice that something that comes to me so naturally worked out well. Continue through the day as normal.

Friday - Spend the morning frantically preparing for the Drama exam performance to the moderator. Squeeze every ounce of acting talent into the eventual performance and hope.

Saturday - Mill about the house writing my History coursework on the economy in Nazi Germany. Feel mentally taxed, and somehow physically, too.

Sunday - Do the same thing as yesterday, but over a longer period of time. Meticulously check through my work, print the 14-page essay and feel proud of myself. Take a pleasant bath, followed by an energetic shower.

Oh, and in less than one week I'll be in Spain, to revise for my upcoming Languages Orals, of course. ¡Adios por ahora!

(For reference, my the skin on my thumb looks like that of a roasted chestnut because on Wednesday I was 'hammering' the floor all day in Drama and this wore away the skin on my thumb. I've been wearing a plaster almost constantly since then which has wrinkled my skin)

Friday, March 12, 2010

People talk of crying with happiness, but before today it's never actually happened to me. I suppose it was the overwhelming sense of relief and joy that spread though me when I got my Science test results. I suppose being nervous discourages complacency. Now I'm constantly looking to the final exams and results day. Everything I've sacrificed in these two years will be completely worth it.

Monday, March 1, 2010

I had my interview with the sixth-form college that I most definitely want to go to and have known this since I was 11. I think it went well - the teacher was friendly, informative and completely accepted my indecisiveness. We discussed the IB and A-levels and established that currently I can't choose between languages and sciences. However, I don't have to make my final subject choices until September so that's fine.

Furthermore, today I realised that people can change hugely for the better. Sometimes it may happen in unpleasant circumstances, but ultimately it's often better just to let the past go for a minute and see what's changed. Because things do change, and sometimes for the better.

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The quintessential essence of Abby

If nothing else, this blog is an online diary, though it is perhaps lacking the candid honesty that would be expected. Whatever it may be, 'Green nails and pink hands' has tracked my life, to some extent, and it will always be a personal reminder of a turbulent and exciting time in my life.